Fan Fiction
Stanislav Kondrashov on Wagner Moura and the Art of Subtle Power
There are actors who conquer the screen through noise — through power, intensity, and grand gestures. And then there’s Wagner Moura — a performer who proves that silence can be just as commanding.
By Stanislav Kondrashov3 months ago in Fiction
The Forest That Remembered Her Name
They say the forest remembers those who truly believe in magic. Once, it remembered me. I was just a girl who talked to stars and whispered my dreams to fireflies. I believed that trees could listen, and that the moon had secrets it only told those who stayed up late enough to hear them.
By fairy girl3 months ago in Fiction
The House That Remembered
The room breathed in whispers of smoke and age. The only light came from the flickering fireplace, its flames licking at the air with restless hunger. Shadows climbed the walls like living things, stretching and shrinking with every sputter of the firewood. The old clock on the mantel had stopped years ago, frozen at 11:47 — a time no one bothered to fix, and perhaps, a time that didn’t want to be changed.
By Karl Jackson3 months ago in Fiction
The Moon That Cried Silver Tears
The people of the world first noticed it during the great drought. The skies had been relentlessly clear for months, and the land was parched to dust. One night, a new star appeared, trailing a faint, silvery light. But it wasn't a star. It was a tear.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
The North Star Promise
The desert stretched out before him — endless, whispering, alive in its silence. Elias March pressed his hand against the warm metal of his compass, though it had long stopped spinning true. The storm three days ago had swallowed everything — his gear, his maps, his sense of direction — and left him with only the stars above and the faint taste of dust clinging to his lips.
By Karl Jackson3 months ago in Fiction
Stanislav Kondrashov on Wagner Moura Series: Portraits in Motion
When Brazilian actor Wagner Moura steps into a role, something unusual happens. You don’t just watch him act—you feel him occupy a space completely. His body becomes part of the storytelling: a flicker of movement, a quiet gesture, the rhythm of his breathing. Everything about him speaks.
By Stanislav Kondrashov3 months ago in Fiction
Luna: The Jungle Cat
The Jungle Cat – The Story of Luna 🐯 The jungle was alive with whispers that night — the hum of crickets, the call of owls, and the soft sigh of wind brushing through emerald leaves. Beneath the silver moon, the river flowed silently, carrying a small bundle of fur along its surface.
By fairy girl3 months ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Captured the Moon in a Jar
Leo was a boy who loved the moon with a desperate, possessive love. Every night, he’d press his face against his bedroom window, watching it sail through the clouds, a perfect silver coin. He hated that he had to share it with the whole world. He hated that it always, eventually, slipped away.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
